RUNNER They were approaching the high-end blockade, another slant-parked cruiser. " I ' h all th o " J m sorry to ear IS. esse was still on full alert, but meaning it, especially about the kid, her own childhood marked by ostracism, too. "Well, it's nice of you to say:" Gold- berg came to a halt and, wincing, arched his back again. "You know, in all honesty, even before all this shit, Jimmy was, you know, at best a so-so cop. But given all the heartache that came out of this for him and his family? All the, the bullshit, it would have been more bearable, or more something, if he had only been indicted, or if Internal Affairs had actually found something, but. . . It was the media. Well, shit." He took a seat on the hood of the cruiser. "You probably hear this crap all h . " t e tIme. " H M k ';)" ey, ar. "V h " lea . "Where we going?" " Wh "'" h h d eel. X T' h " ere.r e s rugge. v ve re ere. He turned to the unifonn posted by the car. "This is a closed crime scene, correct?" The uniform stared at him for a beat, then nodded. "You see this here?" He indicated J esse as if she were inanimate. "This is a fucking reporter. So do your God- damned job and kick her ass out." He turned and left her there, just walked off, massaging his lower back, while Jesse, white with rage, momentarily shook off the tentative, herding touch of the young uniform and barked blood. "Six civilian complaints? How many others didn't even bother to file." Without turning around, Mark flipped her a fade away bird, then tossed her business card in the brown, patchy scrub that, in the Armstrong Houses, was known as grass. R ACING back down the hill on streets parallel to the projects, Jesse pulled up her hood again and approached the low-end blockade, this one guarded by a uniform leaning against a cruiser and seemingly engrossed in eating sun- flower seeds. "Don't even think it. . ." he said, never raising his eyes from the bag in his hand. Stepping back, Jesse recalled the mother's eyes as the detective had held up the tape; shock-stark, arctic with dis- belie those eyes denied to her now, their jolt of sensation, of personal history, Jesse spinning like a top, burning with love. . ::'J, ';X". I i I f" d } J ......"( (. .. *t?% :: t::. : ... ..'..'f,"; :; ;: : ,') ; fU,'-.-".'ô,>, ;;;.' ,& j: : (;,::, " , , , 0). ': :"""f iL..;.: j _. . ....... ;.............;...... ...v.N.f..... ...-:Y':. :>+ "... ':\'íi,.. , :', -_,l.. ;,;:;::\ ..:7::" '-'."- --..-.:..." -.\1:-. .::"- "": . . ., "'. . R:.!ët;; i t :;: ..!1/.. · " j 'ir d ) L n'iJ " ,:}J: 93 ' "" f \.tlr':r:]::!!1 r ! '4'''.. , . . ", 1 " :, <:::Jj; M I 'J ..: . : %)>;'.:::-. : . n-:. :":::. iii: i ( : ......, -,J < ' [ i .x..: :-." -.;;. :.::.: ....;..." . ':V : ".:,.- . ," ":X: .".. .' .. "L ff.?' )" 1 r' : Gtr; """" .;.;.;::' .:.:-:::. ." , ,\:: ;,:,:, -.: I:' ; ' We like getting to know Jack Daniel's drinkers. So we hope you.1I write and tell us about yourself sometime. "... ........ .,' '. .. ... . ........" ..... ..... ............ ............... . WHOSE TENNESSEE WHISKEY are \Ve making here in Lynchburg, Tennessee-Jack Daniel's, or J íITlITl Y Bedford's? As head distiller, Jimmy Bedford is the man responsible for every precious drop of our Tennessee Whiskey today. But we still make it using the method Jack Daniel prescribed back in 1866, mellowing it through hard maple charcoal, drop by drop. So Jimmy will be the first to tell you the whiskey he makes is, and always will be, Jack Daniel's. That's good news, we believe, to a lot of \Vhískey drinkers. SMOOTH TENNESSEE SIPPIN' WHISKEY Your friends at Jack Daniel's remind )'OU to drink responsibl)'. Tennessee Whiskey · 40-43% alcohol by volume (80-86 proof) · Distilled and Bottled by Jack Daniel Distillery, Lem Motlow, Proprietor, Route I, Lynchburg (Pop 361), Tennessee 37352 Placed in rhe Narional Register of Historic Places by the Unired States Government .11 "" r I . ., ", {, !llj ,.,. ..... u. . WHISKEY \ , I